To what direction do we owe our gratitude?
The one of life or the one of strife?
Many would say it's bad to live with so much rife
Even if you're giving up on life
Our pockets may fly about, empty
With our strengths filling up heavily
And if we can't take up challenges merrily,
How else would we find our purpose eerily?
Such missions are to those of strong might
Their might, the size of the cities they lent their sight
Pleasure, but with a vicious reign
Let into the land with lasting rain
Comes after the heart has sowed it's grains
And the mind, reaped her gain